He came to in a ditch. A deep ditch with nothing but the blue sky on top. He felt around. Solid earth. Perfectly made. No aberrations. “Hello?” He called out. “Hello” The only thing that answered was his echo. How did he get here? More importantly, who is he? He could make sense of his

“Do you know of Hari Xanto?” An inexplicably bubbly woman with a smile as wide as her face directed the question to me. I should answer, I guess. “Who?” “Hari Xanto! You don’t know Hari Xanto?” “I guess not” “Well, my boy, you are missing out on knowing one of the most wonderful characters in

The dawn was creeping in over the bleak horizon, when a lanky, raggedy man crept out of the dragon carcass he was sleeping in. He straggled towards the lake to clean himself off of the dragon innards that were coating his body. Dragon gunk is a fantastic insulator when the night is that cold. He

He closed his eyes with the last word of the letter. He could see time. Plain as the green fields of his village, Running in all directions as the streams of run-off water. He could move around in it. Run his hands through the bristles of possibilities that each strand of his action presented. He